Xmas Fun

[Gumbo 1,563]

Something of an Xmas participation bit of fun for anyone who'd like to join in.

This is what you have to do:

 

Rewrite the poem below in the spoiler with your own twists and edits just as I've done, and I'll imp up one of your iron weapons or tools to 95ql as a reward.

Write it up, post it here, put your name and 95ql on the item you want imp'd. Mail it to me.

 

Edit: Foreign language submissions are ok with me, if they're ok with the mods

 

 

Twas the Night Before Christmas

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

 

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

 

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
 

 

 

Here is my version.. apologies in advance

 

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the castle,

Not a creature was stirring, not even that Jackal.
The leggings were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Enki soon would be there.

 

The Honey bees were nestled all snug in their hives,
With visions of sugar beats mixed with some chives.
And Wikid in her 'cloth hat', and I in my cap,
Just ate zombie brains before a long winter's nap.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed, heard a spider go splatter.
Away to the window I flew like Theflash,
Tore open the shutters and drank from my stash.

 

The moon on the breast of the eye-blinding snow,
Along with the booze gave me quite a nice glow.
When, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a lagged out wagon, and eight champ reindeer.

 

With a drunken old driver, all stumbly going wee,
I knew in a moment, it was St. Enki.
More rapid than eagle spirits his coursers they came,
And he emoted, and shouted, and called them insane.

 

Now, Hypnos! Now, Hestia! Now Logi and Vali !
On Smejack!  On Tarissa! On Forsete and Shrimpiie !
To the top of the mountain! To the top of the Fang !
Now drink away! Drink away! Drink away gang !

 

As dry heaves that before the wild hangovers fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, DFM to the sky.
So up to the peak, the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of liquor, and St. Enki too.

 

And then, with some tinkling, I heard on the roof,
The dancing and prancing of each great big hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, St. Enki arrived very loud.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his shoe,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and home brew.
A bundle of booze he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Trader, about to open a six pack.

 

His eyes-how they twinkled! his breathe was not merry !
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry !
His drooling old mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the food on his chin, appeared to be fish roe.

 

The stump of a tree he held tight in his mouth,
And the gale, it's direction came up from the south.
He had a scary face and a big round belly,
That shook when he banned, all the people on Deli !

 

He was chubby and plump, a right scary old elf,
And I peed when I saw him, in spite of myself !
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight for his staff,
And took all the lootings, stored in a small raft.
And pointing his finger towards a large chest,
Took all of the goods, leaving wood scrap at best.

 

Sprang to his wagon, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew dropping bundles of thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

 

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Merry Christmas one and all !!

 

 

 

Edited December 18, 2016 by Gumbo

[Matholameu 345]

I might do one, but damn, yours will be a tough act to follow.

[Amber 337]

Awesome job hun! Just how I imagined Enki. lmao

On a scary side note you made me realize that I can still recite the original from memory. So, why can't I remember what I had for lunch yesterday? 

Merry Chirstmas!

[williamwierd 390]

Twas the night before Impalong, when all through the deed
Not a creature was stirring, not even that Shrimpiie.
The banners were hung by the gates with care,
In hopes that St Enki soon would be there.

 

The impers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bangers n mash danced in their heads.
And Niki with her yules, and I cooking my shrimp,
Had just settled our tools for a long winter’s imp.

 

When out near the token there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my wagon to see what was the matter.
Away to my stash I flew like a flash,
Tore open the chest and took out my axe.

 

The tiles on the deed with new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should spawn,
But a champion troll, and eight angry unicorns.

 

With a little command, so sudden and so many,
I knew in a moment it must be St Enki.
More rapid than hellhounds my pursuers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and urged them by name!

 

"Now, jason! now, saw! now, screamers and chucky!
On, bride of chucky! On, boris karloff! on, christopher lee and barney!
To the ends of the deed! to the ends of the server!
Now kill away! kill away! kill them all!"

 

As new players that before the wild nogump fly,
When they met with fencings, mount to the sky.
So up to the bridge-top the unicorns they flew,
With the troll in full Tow, and St Enki too.

 

And then, in a tick, I heard on the roof
The jarring and scraping of each angry hoof.
As I drew out my axe, and was turning around,
Down the fireplace St Enki came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in black, from his robe to his teeth,
And his clothes were all tattered with death and decay.
A bundle of broken Tools he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a merchant, just opening his shop.

 

His eyes-how dark! his mace how so bloody!
His hood was like a void, his robe like a ghost!
His droll laugh began as he drew out his bow,
And then cackled as he began to shoot at the snow.

 
The sight of teeth he had eaten zombie brains,
And across his body encircled many were chains.
He had a hidden face and a great yell,
That made trees rattle and sway and then they fell!

 

He was dark and sinister, a right evil old self,
And I quivered when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A look into his eyes and a twisting of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had much to dread.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptying all the forges, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the roof he rose!

 

He sprang to the sky, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all ran with a great bustle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and see you tomorrow-night!"

~~~

 

Niki helped me out while re-writing the poem, so I can't take full credit. I had a lot of trouble coming up with rhymes, but I tried my best.

Edited December 15, 2016 by williamwierd

[Gumbo 1,563]

"And laying his finger inside of his nose,"

 

That's the best line ever, had me cracking up .. hahaha, luv it.

Nice to see some team work on that poem. Since it was the two of you who contributed ... then each of you should send me a weapon/tool for imp'n.

Merry Christmas !

[PandyLynn 373]

This is awesome! Love it, Gumbo!

[GoldFever 299]

My contribution to the Impalong.

 

Shrimp’s Dream!

 

Twas the night before impalong, when all through the land,

Not a villager was stirring, not even a 'hand;

The forges were fueled and topped up with care,

In hopes that all imps soon would be there;

 

The noobs were nestled all snug in their chains,

While visions of sugar beets battered their brains,

And Cecci in armor, with Shrimp in his hat,

Had just settled the tools for a long winter’s hack;

 

When out on the sea there arose such a clatter,

Shrimp sprang from the bilge to see what was the matter.

Away to the deck he flew like a flash,

Tore open the hatch, and threw up the ‘lash;

 

The moon on the sea showed a frothing hash,

Gave a specter of doom - quite the mash;    

When, what to his wondering stalks should appear,

But a full sized sea monster with eight tiny “deer”;

 

A hollowed out driver, so leggy and black,

The ink of the sea all over his back;

He knew in a moment it must be St. Unki,

Along for the ride with a squid or two flunky;

 

More rapid than sharks his minions they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

“Now! Hestia, now! Kishar, now! Logi, and Hypnos,

“On! Epona, on! Astarte, on! Smejack and Kratos;

 

“To the top of the mast! to the top of the bridge!,

“Now slash away! hack away! slash away ridge”;

As spray before hurricane wildly fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, wash to the sky;

 

So up to the wave-top the denizens flew,

With a load full of sea and St. Unki too;

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the mast,

The gnashing and gnawing of the wave last;

 

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the boilers Unki came with a bound;

He was covered in coal, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;

 

A bundle of rocks was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a madman just opening his pack:

His eyes – how they glowed! His tentacles danced,

His arms were like ropes, his beak was entranced;

 

The stump of the mast he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke from the boiler was like a wreath;

He had a broad face, and a massive shrimp belly,

That shook when he laugh’d with all the shrimp jelly;

 

He was massive and horrible, a right sight to behold,

And I aged when I saw him till I was quite old;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I was quite dead;

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the bay; then turn’d with a jerk;

And laying a sucker aside of his beak,

And giving a nod up the stack he eked;

 

He sprung to his ride, to the sea he dashed,

And away they all dove, leaving rocks all a clash;

But I heard him exclaim, ere he dove out of sight,

Happy Impalong all, and to all a good night.

Edited December 17, 2016 by GoldFever

[bangzuvelis 549]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the WO

Not a creature was stirring, not even Rolf bro.

The gauntlets were thrown by the forge without care,

In hopes that Dadd’s toon will be drunk when attacks here.

 

All horses were nestled and hidden in sheds,

While butchers where cooking the ones without heads.

And mamma, not Darkness, and I after nap,

Were sitting and waiting for more chaos c**p.

 

When out of a nowhere four and one name,

Appeared on a rare sail without any shame.

Away from the window I ran like a flash,

I knew they will shoot me to death if I crash!

 

No moon I could see and not even some snow

All dirt and seemed packed appeared down below.

When shouted its Christmas, please let me drink beer,

They seemed to /ignore me and threw Yule reindeer.

 

With a little Hex(d) driver, so silent and strong,

I knew that Crusaders arrived for a long.

And thirstier seemed those white names than a vulture,

Hex dee started shouting: “We came to share culture!”

 

Now, Cartier! Now, Rosie and you, the Bloodmaster,

Let Rasu bait them out, and run up, and shoot faster!

To the top of the hill! See? – Now shoot through that wall,

Oh dam, you are clumsy, how the heck did you fall?!

 

As no one in Wurm can jump or can fly,

I don’t guarantee it, you might want to try,

The cart without horses was dragged down the hill,

I knew who was dragging, he came here to kill!

 

And then, in a twinkling, I saw him just ‘poof’

Someone of ours climbed on a roof,

And all I could hear was ‘Just please watch your backs’

Dadd re-appeared with his Glimmersteel AXE!

 

He was dressed all in scale from his neck to his foot,

His clothes were all green and an ady helm on the head he just put.

A bundle of satchels he had on his back,

And had an assistant – the Worg – all so black.

 

His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!

We tried to back off – that’s how he was scary!

His muscles were ripping his gorgeous scale set,

His face let us realise, ground soon will be red.

 

The stump of a tree he held tight in his teeth,

All trees lost their leaves while he tried just to breathe

He had a square face and massive round belly,

Like Nogump you can see on U.O.’s Chaos Telly.

 

If you ever have met him, you can’t call him elf,

I laughed at my thought ‘I could kill him myself’!

A twitch in his arm and a twist of his head,

Supported my thoughts that he wanted me dead!

 

He said not a word and he started to focus,

The smell of the loss was starting to choke us,

But air became thick with some spiders of fog.

He was scared of those creatures! And ran to his cog.

 

He looked at his team and shouted with fear,

The man of ‘no fear’ I just saw disappear!

But I heard green man screaming with gang out of sight,

“Lucky Christmas to ya all and we will see ya tomorrow night!”

[Gumbo 1,563]

Amazing stuff folks.. luv them all. Keep em coming. Be sure to mail me the item you would like imp'd.

 

[Guzten 54]

(He was chubby and plump, a right scary old elf,
And I peed when I saw him, in spite of myself !
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.)

 

He was a cool little pumped up elf,

we could not believe what we saw ourself !

He had a seryll axe in his hand,

he whispered: "soon you'll have no head..." CHOP

 

(English is my second language and I was tired when I wrote this so cut me some slack)

Edited December 20, 2016 by Guzten